said hello to this older black lady at work and we started talking and she went “i’ve been watching you, you’ve got a spirit about you.” and i’ll be remembering that forever i think
I’m here to tell you- NEVER.
True skinheads have been, are and WILL ALWAYS BE proud to be part of a culture steeped in historical working class connections.
1980s, nationalist pussies stole the aesthetic and label “skinhead” and ruined it in the public eye.
They’re not skins.
when my clenched nerves finally find permission to relax, i feel a tingling like butterflies up my spine, and i look upon the giver with something indistinguishable from infatuation.
i cannot stand this malebrained condescension when they prescribe their pop spirituality “solutions.” like hey i know you’re too stupid to get this but did you know you don’t have to suffer?
I know that no one will understand this but you can literally just let your attention rest in the spot between your eyebrows (it will then withdraw inwards) and everything will be ok forever